Fem Pyro Novels & Stories

Zayne growled as his eyes narrowed to sharp glares. "Yes. If you want to join the rebels, then stab Layla. Stab your mate. It's really easy." Pyro said, glaring back at him. "It doesn't have to be that deep or lethal. Just plunge the dagger into her shoulder or arm. Nothing too deep. Besides, her healing abilities are working quite nicely. 'That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when I'm hurt. It hurts terribly until it completely heals. Pyro can't seriously mean this.'

It felt… familiar somehow. Magnus’s eyes widened. “Did you feel that?” he asked, his hand joining hers on her belly. Cathy nodded, wonder and a hint of fear mingling in her voice. “It was like… like they recognized the name.” Or maybe like the name recognized them. Magnus’s smile grew, a hint of pride gleaming in his eyes. Pride and something else—something that looked almost like relief. “Kaito has the gift of Pyrokinesis,” he explained, his voice taking on a reverent tone. “It means he can control fire and magma. He creates heat shields, summons waves of flame… he can even generate magma flows.”

“Oh shit, Trixie is about to kill that man.” A few minutes earlier: Dyelon didn't know what was happening to him, all he knew was that he was on fire. He had to still be in the burning building, that was the only explanation that made sense as to why it felt like his entire body was on fire from the inside out. Then he thought he heard his pixie, she was asking me something that he couldn’t understand. He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't, he tried to feel for Kyro, but he was in just as much pain as he was in. It suddenly felt like the fire was being pulled out of me, and the pain was gone. Then he felt the sting of a bite on his shoulder and Kyro screamed “MATE!” just as the fire from

On the brighter side, Gerey was much more in control of his pyrokinetic abilities than he'd been in the past week and although the world didn't know about it, yet, there was a (slim) chance for Wabrook and the rest of the world to outlast the trying times. All what it'd taken was for Gerey to see beyond the adverse effects and misconceptions of fire then spotting its fiery beauty, warmth, inestimable importance and researching (with the help of Cwena) on things neither of them knew before - the conditions it thrived the most in, foes, and reading the "Theoretical Methods of Subduing the Flame" by fictional scientists, sixty-seven year old Elys Deray and Dr. Fertheor Kesav.

A sea of red and purple flames crashes into Zephyrus’s vortex, the clash creating an explosive spectacle of swirling embers and gusts of super-heated air. Uncle Kristof tries to augment the storm, infusing his fire into the gale. For a moment, his flames and mine dance in the sky, a ballet of destruction. But Pyrra’s wrath knows no equal; our conjoined fire absorbs his, making our tempest even more ferocious. Pyrra fights back, her flames soaring high, meeting Uncle Kristof’s fire midway. For a brief second, two opposing fires clash in a mesmerising dance, neither yielding. But I sense Pyrra weakening, her energy waning.

Still, she never expected that the answer would be far from what she — or Paradis as a whole — had learned. "… I'm a fire mage." … Mariana still remembered clearly what her grandma told me that day when I decided I would be a mage. 'No human has ever been a fire mage…' She woke up from her trip to memory lane when Ignis told her they should rest for a while. They stopped in the middle of a nearby shady area. Mariana inspected Ignis' face, checking for any signs that he might be lying. This proved to be ineffective, as he didn't show any emotions, anyway, but she still tried.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

*She hung from a braided silver rope from the ceiling, the silver cutting and burning into her wrists. Her weight twirled the rope around so that she turned slowly like a meat on display. The tips of her toes barely touched the ground. She was bleeding from several strikes of a silver whip on her skin. In some places, the whip cut through more than once or twice and the skin hung in tatters, burning and sizzling from residue silver. The whole room smelled like blood, metal, and human barbecue.*

We needed something strong. "Well, why don't you ask our leader here?" one of the female warriors stood up and pointed at Astrid, and in turn, Astrid narrowed her eyes at her like she was being accused of something she hadn't done. The female warrior began to talk. "I was there when it all happened. When those things spewed fire, it all affected us; it even burned me." She showed a burn mark on the right side of her arm. "But guess what, that fire didn't touch her, and literally flew over her."